“No, you can’t put your hand in my coat pocket ( Read more... )

     “Hello ( Read more... )

     I sat up in bed, legs tangled in the sheets, my breathing labored and erratic. A hand touched my arm, and I flinched away ( Read more... )

     He brushed his fingertips gently across her chest, still above the low neckline of her shirt. Goosebumps rippled across her skin after his fingers as her breath caught in her throat. His other arm felt a little tighter around her waist; he pulled her flush against him.
     He brought his mouth to her neck and his lips followed the path his ( Read more... )

     "I'll be honest," I began, sheepish. "I don't remember the night we met ( Read more... )

     The rain pounded against the skylight; the dull humming it created was a fitting backdrop for my tumultuous thoughts. He was always trying to fix things, things he had no business trying to fix. I picked up my coat and pulled on my rain boots. It was some ungodly hour of the morning, storming like no tomorrow, but I needed to clear my head. I ( Read more... )

     The fireworks had been gorgeous; bigger and brighter than the year before, as with almost every year. We'd stayed as everyone packed up their blankets and headed home ( Read more... )

     'Saltwater Room' was the first song that reminded me of him, and after that Owl City just became our band. All of their songs somehow pertained to us ( Read more... )

     I was sitting on a plane, three hundred and ninety eight miles from my sweetheart, when I would much rather have been curled up with him in bed after eating something wonderfully delicious that he'd cooked us for dinner ( Read more... )

     "Remember that horrible joke I came up with when we were still in high school? 'What caliber are these guns?'" I giggled as he flexed, and I kissed his bicep. "That still hasn't lost its appeal, you know," I said with a wink, craning my neck to look at him ( Read more... )